Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.